Lexi Lore strolls into the parlor like she owns the joint. Dana DeArmond and Julia Ann spot her and practically trip over each other rushing to say hello. They elbow, they grin, they fake-smile, each trying to reach the pretty blonde first. When they finally arrive together, they’re both breathing a little hard. Lexi just smiles, sweet and clueless. She’s never had a massage before, she admits. Her dad keeps saying she should loosen up and blow some of his cash, but she doesn’t like showing off. Today, though, her eighteenth birthday felt like the right excuse to spoil herself a little. She asks what kinds of treatments they offer. Both women start talking at once, pitching every service on the menu and then some. Lexi laughs, cheeks pink. She jokes that she could probably pay for both of them to work on her at the same time, then immediately adds that’s probably not allowed. Dana and Julia trade a quick, wicked glance. Oh, it’s allowed. They lead her back. The second the door shuts, the gloves come off. Lexi flips onto her stomach, eyes closed, and they go straight for the prize. Dana’s hands slide down to cup Lexi’s round ass; Julia immediately body-checks her aside and claims both cheeks, kneading them with a victorious smirk. Lexi just sighs happily, none the wiser. When Lexi rolls onto her back, Dana goes straight for those big, soft tits, thumbs flicking the nipples while she silently mouths “Mine” at Julia. Julia narrows her eyes, then lets her own fingers drift lower. Dana’s glare could cut glass—don’t you dare—but Julia’s already brushing Lexi’s pussy with two light strokes. Lexi’s eyes fly open. “Wait—what’s happening?” Julia purrs that the deluxe package includes full service. Lexi hesitates, then melts back down when Dana’s mouth closes over one stiff nipple. Julia’s fingers slip inside, working slow and steady while Dana sucks and bites. Nothing wrong with a little unfriendly competition.
Lexi Lore strolls into the parlor like she owns the joint. Dana DeArmond and Julia Ann spot her and practically trip over each other rushing to say hello. They elbow, they grin, they fake-smile, each trying to reach the pretty blonde first. When they finally arrive together, they’re both breathing a little hard. Lexi just smiles, sweet and clueless. She’s never had a massage before, she admits. Her dad keeps saying she should loosen up and blow some of his cash, but she doesn’t like showing off. Today, though, her eighteenth birthday felt like the right excuse to spoil herself a little. She asks what kinds of treatments they offer. Both women start talking at once, pitching every service on the menu and then some. Lexi laughs, cheeks pink. She jokes that she could probably pay for both of them to work on her at the same time, then immediately adds that’s probably not allowed. Dana and Julia trade a quick, wicked glance. Oh, it’s allowed. They lead her back. The second the door shuts, the gloves come off. Lexi flips onto her stomach, eyes closed, and they go straight for the prize. Dana’s hands slide down to cup Lexi’s round ass; Julia immediately body-checks her aside and claims both cheeks, kneading them with a victorious smirk. Lexi just sighs happily, none the wiser. When Lexi rolls onto her back, Dana goes straight for those big, soft tits, thumbs flicking the nipples while she silently mouths “Mine” at Julia. Julia narrows her eyes, then lets her own fingers drift lower. Dana’s glare could cut glass—don’t you dare—but Julia’s already brushing Lexi’s pussy with two light strokes. Lexi’s eyes fly open. “Wait—what’s happening?” Julia purrs that the deluxe package includes full service. Lexi hesitates, then melts back down when Dana’s mouth closes over one stiff nipple. Julia’s fingers slip inside, working slow and steady while Dana sucks and bites. Nothing wrong with a little unfriendly competition.
